6Here she was. Again.
She couldn't understand how he made her feel this way: all vulnerable and confused. Confused on how he really felt about her. Did he love her? Had he ever loved her? Did she love him? She wasn't sure, but she'd never felt this before. Not even with Keith, who for a moment in time she thought she loved. No, not with anybody but him.
Only with him did she feel the butterflies flying inside her stomach at that tremendous force. Only with him did her heart break into that many pieces. Only with him did she feel that feeling, that wonderful feeling that made her tremble all over her body. And it scared her.
She was scared of getting her heart broken again. He did it once, twice...who says he won't do it again? But she knew that no matter how hard she tried to forget him, or how many times he broke her heart, she would always come back to him.
She and him: they were like magnets, always getting pulled towards each other. No matter what happened between them, no matter how much one broke the other's heart.
It was like gravity: a never-ending force that pulled them together.
She had tried to avoid it. She had tried to destroy it but it was too strong. It was too well-built for it to crumble down completely.
But there were times when it would weaken. Almost crumble to the ground. But it always got built back up, leisurely, but steadily. And it always ended up stronger, able to withstand more. She couldn't stop it. She couldn't control it. But the thing that surprised her the most is that she didn't want to.
Because she now realized that the almost-kiss did mean something. She realized what was that feeling she felt. It was love.
Yes, she Elliot Reid was in love with John Dorian.
But how could she not be?
He was everything she had ever wanted: he was smart, a great kisser, kind, funny, unselfish...she could go on and on for hours. He was special to her; he was one of a kind. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, and now that she had found him, she was never going to let go.
Because letting go of him should be a sin; a terrible sin that should never be forgiven. A sin she would never commit.
She would always be attached to him somehow, and on that day, she promised she would do anything possible to be attached to him in any way until the day she died.
And that very promise, she kept.
Decades later, John Dorian laid a single red rose on a tombstone and walked away slowly, a single tear rolling down his aged face.
Elliot Dorian. Wife, mother, and so much more. She will always be with us, even after the end of the end.
Author's Note:Oh wow...hehe, that was kinda of sad. Anyways, tell me what you think!